Chapter 2: Divine Grade Bloodline

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At that moment, all the boys and girls in the square turned their eyes to a plain-looking man dressed simply. He blended into the crowd so well that he seemed like a complete bystander, attracting no attention whatsoever. This man was Noah. "You claim to have a first-grade bloodline?" Sandra asked coldly as she fixed her gaze on Noah. "Master, I'm willing to have my bloodline tested!" Noah replied without hesitation, rushing to the platform and placing his hand on the testing stone. Buzz! The stone emitted a low hum, and the first red scale lit up. Buzz! Then, the second, third, and fourth red scales lit up in quick succession. Upon seeing this, many youths in the square wore expressions of disdain—he was just a fourth-grade bloodline, which barely qualified him to pass the entrance exam. On the platform, Sandra breathed a sigh of relief. If this guy had turned out to have a first-grade bloodline, she might have been forced to take a useless disciple. Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! But more hums followed, and the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth red scales lit up, one after the other. The entire square erupted in shock, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Sandra and Elder Giles, who stood on the platform, looked utterly stunned. Nine scales lighting up signaled a ninth-grade bloodline. "A ninth-grade bloodline! Could it be that the Clyde Sect is about to rise to glory again?" Elder Giles rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking he must be mistaken. Sandra's usually cold eyes were now locked onto Noah. How could someone so ordinary, so unremarkable—without a trace of genius—possess a ninth-grade bloodline? Buzz! Then came the tenth hum, and the tenth red scale lit up, radiating a blinding brilliance. "Ten scales lit up—a Divine-grade bloodline!" gasped someone in the crowd. "This completely unremarkable guy actually has a Divine-grade bloodline!" another exclaimed. "Was he deliberately claiming a first-grade bloodline just to catch the Saintess' attention?" The faces of the boys and girls were frozen in shock. "Our Clyde Sect is destined for glory!" Elder Giles was overwhelmed, tears streaming down his face. A Divine-grade bloodline. In Cloud Country, even a seventh-grade bloodline was considered a top-tier genius. Eighth and ninth-grade bloodlines had never appeared before—let alone a Divine-grade one. "What's happening? I thought I had a first-grade bloodline?" Noah looked up at the testing stone, all ten red scales glowing brightly, indicating a Divine-grade bloodline. "This doesn't make any sense. If I really had a Divine-grade bloodline, I would have opened my meridians long ago. There must be something wrong with this testing stone," Noah thought to himself. Suddenly, as this thought crossed his mind, the light from all ten red scales abruptly vanished. In their place, a gray scale beneath the red ones lit up, glowing fiercely. For a moment, everyone stood there in stunned silence. The gray light felt like a bucket of cold water thrown on their faces. Trash bloodline! Everyone had thought they were witnessing the rise of a Divine-grade bloodline genius and dreamed of basking in that brilliance. Instead, they saw the emergence of an unparalleled trash bloodline. Seeing the gray scale light up, Noah felt a deep pang of disappointment. Though he knew his bloodline couldn't possibly be Divine-grade, he hadn't expected it to be classified as trash either—a bloodline notorious for getting worse the more one cultivated. Still, trash bloodline or not, Noah knew he had to seize this opportunity. As long as he could become Sandra's disciple, he'd enter the sect and access valuable cultivation resources. With those, he could retreat to the mysterious pagoda and train indefinitely. No matter how poor his talent was, he believed he could achieve greatness. Sandra's expression was icy. She never expected to attract a trash-grade bloodline. Originally, she hadn't wanted to take on any disciples at all. If a first- or second-grade bloodline student had come forward, she might've reluctantly accepted. But now she was stuck with the absolute lowest rank. "Master, my bloodline may be trash-grade, but can I still become your disciple?" Noah approached Sandra, bowing with excitement on his face. "Are you sure you want to be my disciple? You're a trash-grade bloodline, and you can't even open your meridians. I can't teach you anything," Sandra tried to decline politely. "Master, I know my talent is poor. No one can teach me, but you don't need to worry about that. I'll cultivate on my own," Noah said calmly. "How can a useless fool like you, who can't even open your meridians, cultivate on your own?" Sandra retorted, nearly speechless with anger. Did this guy have no self-awareness? "Master, I have my own cultivation methods!" Noah quickly insisted, fearing rejection. All he needed was to join the Clyde Sect and gain access to its resources. Among the Four Great Sects, Clyde Sect offered the best benefits. With those resources, he could train endlessly in the pagoda. Anyone trying to teach him would likely be driven mad by his trash-grade bloodline. Suppressing her frustration, Sandra reluctantly nodded. "Fine. Since you insist on becoming my disciple, I'll accept you." Anyway, their teacher-disciple relationship would only be in name. If Noah couldn't open his meridians within a year, he'd be expelled from the sect. "Thank you, Master!" Noah bowed, his face glowing with excitement. "Once you've entered the sect, cultivate well. When you become an outer disciple, I'll teach you more," Sandra said, turning to leave. "Master!" Noah suddenly called out, stopping her. "What is it?" Sandra asked, looking back. Noah grinned. "Master, I've heard that when a master takes on a disciple, there's usually a gift involved. As a Clyde Sect elder, you wouldn't send me off empty-handed, right?" "What did you say?" Sandra's face turned even colder. This trash-grade bloodline disciple dared to ask for a gift? Sensing he'd gone too far, Noah quickly bowed. "If Master doesn't wish to give a gift, just pretend I didn't say anything." "Hmph!" Sandra snorted coldly and waved her arm. A fiery glow flashed in her palm, and a seven-foot-long sword appeared, landing before Noah. The sword was a deep crimson, its blade clear and smooth like glazed jade. "This Fire Spirit Sword will be your gift from me!" Sandra declared, then turned and left without looking back. Noah's eyes lit up as he held the sword. As an elder of Clyde Sect and the Saintess of Cloud Country, any gift from Sandra was bound to be extraordinary. "Fire Spirit Sword—a low-grade spiritual weapon! An average person could work their entire life and never afford one." "The Saintess casually gives away a low-grade spiritual weapon? I'm honestly a bit jealous!" "This Noah—he's got a trash-grade bloodline, but he managed to become the Saintess' disciple, get a spiritual weapon, and join Clyde Sect. It's like he's the luckiest guy in the world!" All the boys and girls in the square looked at Noah with a mixture of envy, jealousy, and resentment, wishing they, too, had a trash-grade bloodline so they could have fought for the same opportunity.

Chapter 2: Divine Grade Bloodline

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